Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.